Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Arriving above the Red Scale Garrison, the logistics personnel below raised red and yellow flags to convey instructions to the flying dragons in the sky.

Steamed Bun read the instructions at a glance. He patted the side of Noodles' neck and whispered:

"Parking position No. 13."

"Ouch~"

Noodles roared, hovered over the garrison a few times, and then accurately stayed in the yellow box marked on the platform.

The surrounding support staff immediately gathered around, wiped the scales of the wyvern, tied the chain, and filled the trough with the wyvern's favorite flesh and blood paste feed.

The two-legged flying dragon did not resist, but stretched its body and enjoyed their services.

With the development of the empire and abundant funds, the Red Scale Garrison has also developed a complete logistics system to keep the wyverns in top condition.

"Thank you all."

After saying hello, Mantou turned over to the dragon and walked down the stairs impatiently.

As he was walking, he accidentally bumped into a player - he never thought that it was Singo in a viscount costume.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Mantou looked at Singo's gorgeous Viscount exclusive robe and replied with envy on his face: "Go and redeem your abilities."

"Didn't I just read the guide you posted, saying that professional players should spend their experience as early as possible to exchange abilities to improve their own strength?"

Singo glanced at him and said calmly: "My guide is aimed at top professional players, are you?"

Steamed Bun gritted his teeth and said, "I think I am."

Singo browsed his panel and mocked in a calm tone: "No way, isn't there someone who hasn't reached the level limit yet and is stuck at level seven and can't move up?"

"You haven't even reached the level limit, so where is the experience surplus?"

Steamed Bun continued to say harshly: "Do you understand what it means to prepare for a rainy day?"

"Don't worry so much, just tell me. Where is the experience store in the garrison?"

"It's at Marquis Alger's place. You have to go to the office to find him. There are already dozens of people lined up."

"wipe."

Steamed Bun continued walking down the stairs and soon arrived at the door of the regimental commander's office on the third floor of the garrison.

Sure enough, there was already a long queue at the door, and basically all the Red Scale Conqueror players he recognized appeared here.

And he had no choice but to line up obediently.

Fortunately, the time interval between each person's ability to exchange was not long. It only took a few minutes for each person, and the steamed buns only waited for half an hour before being queued at the door of the office.

He carefully opened the door and walked into the spacious and luxurious office.

Alger, the commander-in-chief of the Red Scale Conqueror, was standing not far away. He still looked half-dragon, half-human, but the horns on his forehead were longer and the scales on his body were denser.

The gorgeous robes he wore and the dragon head medal on his chest made Mantou even more envious - it was the medal of the Marquis of the Empire and was a symbol of noble status.

The dragon-veined giant eagle was lying next to it, without any chains. It was chewing precious magic ores and looked curiously at the players who had just entered.

Steamed Bun looked at the top of Alger's head.

[Head of the Red Scale Conqueror-Alger]

Faction: Ember Empire

Challenge level:? ? ?

He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He didn't expect that even though he had reached level seven, he still couldn't see the challenge level of this "original red-scaled conqueror".

Thinking of this, Mantou said flatteringly: "Boss Alger, I'm here to exchange my abilities with you."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Well. Boss Alger, considering that I am your first two students, can you give me a little discount?"

"cannot."

Alger replied coldly.

As a genuine aboriginal, he can't actually see the panel. He just received orders from above and stood here to receive players for the so-called "ability exchange."

Every time the exchange is completed, Alger will feel a strange energy pouring into his body, but he cannot control it independently and can only passively accept it.

Therefore, the so-called "discount" is out of the question.

"All right."

Steamed Bun scratched his head in embarrassment and opened the [Experience Store] panel.

[Alger Yeoman’s Experience Store]

Proficiencies: Riding +18, Military +14, Scouting +12, Hunting +11, Sports +10, Survival +10

Special abilities: Commander's surprise attack, dive attack, mid-air emergency stop, rapid turn, surge of action, breath recovery

"I'll go. Is there so much?"

Steamed Bun couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

But when he saw clearly the experience points required for those abilities, he suddenly felt a little discouraged.

Raising [Riding] proficiency to 18 requires a full 9000xp, which is almost one-third of all the experience he has gained so far.

And redeeming such a useful ability as [Commander’s Surprise Attack] requires tens of thousands of experience.

"I can't afford to replace it, I can't afford to replace it at all."

In the end, Mantou chose to spend 3000 experience to upgrade his [Riding] proficiency to level 14.

After pressing the [Confirm Redemption] button.

Steamed Bun's experience gauge suddenly dropped a lot.

And he and Alger also resonated through the common blood from the red dragon, and finally developed some kind of special bond.

Alger's memories and skills about "riding" were transferred to Mantou's body.

His proficiency increased rapidly.

At this moment, Mantou felt as if he had been training to ride a horse since he was a child. He had been with his mount day and night, and had been on the back of an eagle for decades.

Even the body develops certain muscle memories.

When Mantou came to his senses, his face had changed drastically.

[Riding skill +14]

"It's amazing."

Steamed Bun clicked his tongue, feeling very novel about this experience.

Alger also closed his eyes slightly, feeling the strange energy pouring into his body, making himself stronger.

"Starfaller."

"What weird guys."

Even though he was used to the outrageous behavior of the Starfallen, Alger was still quite surprised by this strange infusion of power.

However, they didn't know that half of the experience consumed by the steamed buns was treated as "taxes" and turned over to the camp leader - the emperor of the Ember Empire, Cassius the Red Dragon.

[You gain 150xp]

[You gain 300xp]

[You gain 200xp]

[You gain 400xp]

[You gain 1900xp]

Cassius browsed the constantly refreshing panel information, stared at the dense empirical data, and felt quite happy with the act of cutting leeks with a combine harvester.

"It turns out that experience is transmitted through the bond of [Imperial Grace]."

"As expected of a player."

"Just this little effort can bring tens of thousands of experience. If we continue with this momentum, we will soon be able to break through level 18."

"It's much more enjoyable to level up while lying down than to work hard to kill enemies."

The red dragon grinned, showing a ferocious smile - the expression contained the joy of a good harvest.

From now on, these players will become nutrients for him to improve his own strength.

He waved his wings gently and hovered over the city of Antonio.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The people in the city burst into cheers, celebrating His Majesty's arrival and looking forward to the future life. (End of chapter)